Lily Wants to Party

I need to pee, I'm starving and clearly dehydrated when I hear laughs coming from around the corner. I want to party, I realize suddenly. I want to drink and dance! I should celebrate something! Something good, definitely something good! I blink, surprised by these thoughts and realize the voices are heading towards me. They belong to a group of three young men, dressed nicely and clearly heading out on the town.

Why I am standing around in the hallway like that? It's a bit creepy. I'm weird, but kinda hot too. "Hey there hot stuff!" says one of them, a tall guy with brown hair. "You alright?"

I'm not really worried by the question because I know they are just wondering if I'm up for some fun! I sure am! "You guy's are going somewhere?" I ask, sounding a little ****. It would be great if I could go with them! "Can I tag along?"

"Sure, why not?" another one answers with a shrug. I'm delighted by the answer. Maybe one of them could have a shot at fucking me? I don't know who yet, but one of them for sure! I'll let them settle that amongst themselves. Maybe if they get me drunk enough I could even let the ugliest one, a small blond guy with crooked teeth, have his way with me! It's a long shot but hey, one can hope! The third one, a dark haired guy, is just looking at me curiously. Do I look unwell? I quickly straighten up and try to look more enthusiastic and sexy.

"You sure look like you could use a drink." The blond guy comments as I join their group. I smile widely. The evening's just starting, but things are already looking great! I'm going to have so much fun tonight. "What's your name, hottie?"

"Lily," I answer, and blush a little. I've got such a cute name!

"I'm Steve," the tall guy says. Of course that's his name, I think to myself, smiling playfully. It seems obvious for some reason. "The nerd here is Paul." The short blond one rolls his eyes in response. "And that's Jason." Steve finishes, pointing at the dark haired guy. I feel like I know them already.

I climb into their car and we start driving towards town. My night out has already started. I'm so ready for this! Being here for them when they weren't expecting it feels so satisfying. Paul drives and I sit next to him upfront while Jason and Steve are sitting in the back seats. My phone buzzes again. Paul gives me a curious glance but doesn't say anything. Who's calling me? I check my phone and see it's Becca who's trying to reach me. I've got a lot of missed calls and text messages from her too. Maybe she could join us, I think as I notice Paul staring at my roommate's picture on my screen. She's hot too, maybe the boys would have two sluts to play with instead of one! I take the call.

"Lily? Lily! You okay? Where are you?!" Becca asks, clearly worried.

"I'm out with some friends," I reply cheerfully. "Wanna join us? We're going to a club!"

"What?! Are you serious?" Becca replies and I sigh impatiently. She's ruining the vibe here. Paul is frowning slightly and looking at me funny. I feel annoyed by it.

"I'm with three super hot guys and we're going partying," I continue, blushing a little at my own words. I'm happy to play the winggirl for them tonight! "You should totally meet up with us." Paul gives a brief approving nod.

"You were supposed to lock yourself in! You can't go out in your... condition!" Becca replies angrily and I roll my eyes in annoyance. What's her problem? I really don't care about my stupid curse or whatever right now.

"Look I'll see you later, ok?" I say and end the call. Paul smiles and I feel a burst of pride at that. What a fucking bitch Becca is, ruining my night like that! What a total drag!

"Your friend sounds like a total drag," Steve comments from behind us, echoing my thoughts. Well, I'm echoing his but who cares? "Forget about her!" I nod happily and give him a wink. I really need to pee and I'm so thirsty too but it feels distant, unimportant.

The club is pretty packed and noisy. As I step inside I suddenly feel extremely confused. I'm so sexy, I think as a group of guys checks me out. I look down at my big tits, pressing against the fabric of my T-shirt and feel a surge of arousal. Someone bumps into me, a girl, and I curse at myself for not paying attention to my surroundings. I'm a dumb bitch! "Watch out, bitch!" The girl replies angrily before vanishing in the crowd. I should buy a drink to that guy in the corner who's staring at me! No! He's such a creep! He deserves a good slap for checking me out like that! The girl next to him seems annoyed by me checking him out, giving me a jealous look. What is my fucking problem? I look batshit crazy, I realize as I struggle to decide what I want to do. Paul grabs me by the arm and leads me towards the bar. Why am I being so weird? Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to join them after all? Last thing I want is for the boys to have to take care of me all night. Actually, I think as we stop in front of the counter, maybe I should get drunk and careless so someone could take advantage of me. The idea makes me want to moan. There's that older man eyeing me right now! He looks filthy and creepy as he eyes my big tits. I bet he could use me like the slut I am!

I'm overwhelmed by contradictory thoughts and feelings and it's really fucking confusing. Paul hands me a beer and I grab it happily, eager to drown my confusion in ****. Maybe I'll stop acting so weird if I relax a little? "Thanks babe!" I tell Paul and down half the bottle. My body feels weak from the earlier deprivation but I suddenly seem to find some relief. I can feel heat around my crotch and down my legs but I try to ignore it and focus on having fun. Wait? Did I pee on myself?

"Ew! What the fuck?" A girl with short red hair comments nearby, a disgusted look on her face. Fuck! I'm so disgusting! I look down, mortified to see what happened. I'm drenched! Paul is staring at me, eyes wide in surprise, and my heart skips a beat. They really shouldn't invite random girls like me to places like these, should they? Still, isn't it a bit hot seeing me humiliating myself like that? The creep in the corner seems to be loving this, a smile appearing on his face.

"Do you wanna come with me to the bathroom, honey?" A woman in her fifties asks me kindly, her eyes full of compassion. I really should, I realize. I'm in no condition to hang out in a crowded club like this! That much is obvious now! Besides, I don't want to stick around with Paul and his friends anymore. I'm too much of a freak for them! I nod weakly, feeling miserable, and the woman leads me away towards the bathrooms. I'm relieved that I agreed to come with her. Something is clearly wrong with me. Did someone put something in my drink?

"I was like that when I arrived." I clarify as we enter the ladies' bathroom. Thankfully it's almost empty. "I don't think anyone did anything to me." I smile shyly. At least I'm lucid enough to provide useful info.

"It's gonna be alright, dear." The woman assures me. She helps me wash up and change in the stall and I relax a little. A friend of hers shows up with a pair of jeans to lend me and I thank her for the help. Away from the crowd I can think a bit more clearly. My phone rings again and as expected it's Becca. I should tell the woman that Becca's looking for me, to keep me safe. That would be reassuring.

"It's my roommate Becca. She's worried about me," I say apologetically. I suddenly feel stupid for hanging up on her earlier. "Maybe she should come and pick me up. I'm not feeling very well." Of course she should! I feel stupid for going outside in my condition! What was I thinking? Young girls can be so careless! The woman smiles and agrees to call Becca and wait with me until she shows up. "Thank you." I feel relieved as she starts dialing Becca's number.

We spend a moment outside, waiting for Becca in front of the club. It is a chilly evening but I barely feel the cold. I'm not dressed appropriately at all but the woman, Katrina, is wearing a big warm coat that looks very comfortable. I'm glad for her! I'm just sorry she has to stay away from her friends to wait with me. I don't want to ruin her evening. I seem to be fine now so I don't even really know why she needs to stay but I guess it's better to be safe than sorry, right?

"I'll be fine if you want to go back inside, Katrina," I tell her. It's really nice of her to stay with me but I would feel so much better if she enjoyed the rest of her night. I think she just needs an excuse to leave and I'm more than willing to help her with that. "Becca will be here any moment and I can ask the bouncer to keep an eye on me until she shows up."

"You sure?" She asks me and I nod, giving her a reassuring smile. I'm glad I'm making things easier for her. "Alright then, honey." She gives me a motherly kiss on the forehead, wishing me well. I can see she feels bad for leaving me here, but I wouldn't worry about me if I were her. I seem to be a tough girl. I watch her go back inside and turn to face the bouncer. I... My thoughts and feelings are shifting again. Becca should hurry up! I'm starting to feel confused and I think that big strong bouncer could use a nice blowjob in the back alley! I can tell by the way he's eyeing me he wouldn't say no to the offer!